I wrote my heart in cherry blossoms
I wrote it in the wind.

I WROTE MY HEART OVER THE BED SHEETS
AND WITH IT I FILLED OUR MORNINGS SCENT.

Not to mistake I wrote it in the bread
I wrote it in the oil and wine we taste

AND NEVER I WILL STOP TO WRITE IT
SO THAT IT’LL CUDDLE AND FEED YOURS

Lightening up Your sacred smile
with a shiny dance of little heartbeats